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My Psychological Landscape: A Speculative Ecology of the Stratosphere

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  Image to be added - watch this space My Psychological Landscape: A Speculative Ecology of the Stratosphere Introduction  What is Terrestrial Control? What is Stratospheric Flow? Image to be added - watch this space The transition from the terrestrial to the atmospheric is rarely just a matter of mechanics; it is a profound undoing of the architectural ego. We board our vessels encased in the comforting math of engineering, believing we are merely shifting a physical mass from one geographical coordinate to another. But at a certain altitude, the boundary between the internal theatre of the mind and the external expanse of the world begins to fray. As the metal hull and the quiet murmurs of the cabin dissolve, I am no longer just travelling through the sky; I am becoming a part of it. Stepping directly into the stratosphere, the heavy, churning clouds of deep teals and bruised indigos cease to be merely a reflection of my psychological landscape—they reveal the fluid, boundle...
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Darwin street on a motorcycle: Rapid Creek Intersection

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If only intersections in life were as simple.
Rule regimentation and certainty of course.
But you know that I know, and I know that you know, this passage is about unknowns.

The passage is not free, but it is?
The passage is directed by unconscious decision making.


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Cars = 1 ton of death


It is about time, space and particles smashing.
Each particle a death note.


The intersection is seemingly passive, under the control of purpose.
When error occurs it's a death intersection.

If it is so hard to see danger in this intersection, how is it possible within a point in life.


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